Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.